[Now, while Allen had no qualms whatsoever with Clay seeing him naked, Clay... still finds himself being a little shy when the boxers are finally off, and Allen's starts looking at him like that. He chuckles to himself and glances off to the side, then back at Allen, then up at the ceiling, then back at Allen again - gosh, he can feel his cheeks heating up.
And, oh, when Allen takes hold of him and kisses him there - Clay takes in a sharp breath, fingers slowly curling in the sheets below him. It's been a long time since he's felt that kind of sensation, and - yes, he did say Allen could use his hands, but... well, if he wanted to switch to the mouth instead, then Clay certainly had no objections whatsoever.]
You, uh... like what you see?
[With the way Allen was looking at him? The answer is pretty obvious, but he feels like he should say something, at least.]
action;
And, oh, when Allen takes hold of him and kisses him there - Clay takes in a sharp breath, fingers slowly curling in the sheets below him. It's been a long time since he's felt that kind of sensation, and - yes, he did say Allen could use his hands, but... well, if he wanted to switch to the mouth instead, then Clay certainly had no objections whatsoever.]
You, uh... like what you see?
[With the way Allen was looking at him? The answer is pretty obvious, but he feels like he should say something, at least.]